Circus of Us
malls and theatres were once less shocking filled with plainclothes strangers self-moving, staying within themselves a long sit on this bench, watching brings them out of plainclothes a platinum blonde stops at a store window looks at her reflection, opens a small purse takes out a lipstick holds it at arm’s length pulls its cover off, out leaps a two-foot butane flame the tip of which she applies briefly to […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 